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Inspiration for introverts

Speaking of following rabbits: a bus bunny on the 10

I’m not much of a game player*—mostly because I tend to spend down time** reading or running my mouth—but I of course could not resist telling you about this bus (and train!) game: Follow the Rabbit. (via: Jessica)

As we embrace mobile technology, we are becoming more isolated from each other. The bus/Max/streetcar ride*** once provided an …

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How to pass the time at a bus stop, part V

Improvise a jungle gym.

A better place to see the bus coming
Wait up!
A different kind of bus view

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How to pass the time at a bus stop, part IV

Get your workout on:

Bus stop workout
Shelter pull-ups at 3rd & James

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How to pass the time at a bus stop, part III

Practice your clarinet:

Another musically inclined bus rider

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How to pass the time at a bus stop, part II

Connect Four!

Connect Four

Chicklet’s still on board books.

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How to pass the time at a bus stop, part I

Try playing the mandolin:

Mandolin at the 48 stop

The picture’s less-than-ideal, as we had a camera phone and were standing on the other side of the street, but our bus-stop musician appeared to be having quite an enjoyable time.

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On twentysomething men: volcanoes, hurricanes, and the breaking of things

I’m already home from the party, and the last bus hasn’t even left my brother’s street yet. Shoot, the second-to-last bus hasn’t even left. The party was fun, even though I was the only woman there for the first two hours. One of Jeremy’s friends (who also happens to be a bartender at Flying Fish) made a big tub of hurricane punch. I only had one cup, but that was enough to make me grateful for the designated driver (one of the may perks of the bus-chick lifestyle).

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